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Introduction:

This happened a couple of days ago with my crazy cute roomie and my super sexy boyfriend in my dorm at CIA...hope you enjoy!

"You could've knocked me out with a…feather," I sang along with Patrick from Fallout Boy into my imaginary microphone. "I know you heard this all before, but we're just Hell's…neighbors, oh-oh-oh-oh why, why, why won't the world revolve around me?! Will my--"

Just as I was really getting into it, a pillow rams into the back of my head, sending me spiraling into my dresser.

"Fuck…me!" I yelled, holding my hands to my poor, damaged cranium that had just hit the corner of the dresser. I got up from my spot on the floor and inspected my head in the mirror. My roomie approached me from behind and said, "See what happens when you wake me up out of my oh so peaceful slumber?"

"Whatev," I furiously responded, "It's six o'clock! You just like pissing people off!"

"Stop being a baby," she said, taking my face in her hands. "You're fine," she said, inspecting.

"Yeah, says you."

Thankfully, the bump on the head didn't harm my face. I didn't want the first time I saw my gorgeous boyfriend to be a date where he couldn't stop staring at my head asking, "Now, how did that happen again?"

Unfortunately, my thick, curls would have to be big and unruly. But he liked my hair natural anyway. I admired my long locks of twisted hair in the mirror. Even with the curls, it still ventured right underneath my hips. I threw on a sliming knit grey and blue hooded sweater with exaggerated sleeves and a pair of blue and orange Chuck Taylors to match my orange skinny jeans, hoop earrings, and square bracelets, taking to apply everything perfectly. I lined my hazel eyes with heavy black eyeliner and eyeshadow and put on some of my pearl pink lip gloss and reveled in the girl staring back at me.

"Damn, I look good," I said under my breath.

"I have to admit, I am digging that sweater, Maxi," said Jonah, eyeing my outfit.

"Thank you."

"Where are you going, anyway?" she asked me.

"My boyfriend's in town from M.I.T.-- finally--, so we're going out."

"Oh," she said, dramatically, "The long distance relationship dude."

I sighed. "There's nothing wrong with long distance relationships, Jonah. And his name's Michael."

"Alright, alright. All I'm saying is--"

"I know, I know. You think that nothing good can come of them. But just because yours didn't work out doesn't mean that mine is gonna fail, too."

"Okay," she said, shaking her head, "I tried to warn you."

I rolled my eyes at her and stuck out my tongue. She giggled and playfully shoved me.

"I don't have time for this," I laughed, "I have to text… Michael!"

Jonah started tickling me then, her body close to me. I tried knocking her off of me, but she just pushed me back on her bunk and held me down by my wrists. She wriggled in between my legs and pushed her pelvis against mine. Laughing, I tried freeing myself again and succeeded, pushing her into the wall. She hit it with a thud and continued giggling and quickly got up to pin me down again. Before I knew what was happening, her lips gently kissed mine, and her pelvis was grinding on me right between my legs, up against my clit. Our kiss deepened and I let a moan escape my lips. Then suddenly, she stopped.

"I'm sorry," she said shyly, and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know what just happened."

"I don't know, either. It was nice, though," I said, still sprawled across the bed with my legs open.

"Have fun," she said as I crossed the threshold and ran down the stairs to meet my boyfriend.

And, there he was. As soon as I walked out the door I saw him smiling and I took the time to see the dimples making little craters in his cheeks, the russet and evenly toned skin, his pearly whites, short, unkempt, cut-in-a-shag jet black hair, his grey eyes peaking from underneath, his purple v-neck tee shirt under his black leather jacket, all black not-too-tight-not-too-loose skinny jeans--where I could see the light imprint of his delicious cock--, and grey, black and purple Chuck Taylors.

Dear God, he was hot.

"Uh, hey," I said, extending a hand.

His smile faltered, and he grabbed me by my hand and pulled my body to meet his. Silent, he held me in his arms for a while. Then he kissed me, our lips crushing together. I loved kissing him. His kisses were always emotional; you could always tell his mood from them. I sucked on his bottom lip like I knew he liked, and he squeezed me tighter, his hand lingering right above my ass. His tongue danced in my mouth, and I ran my hands through his dark hair.

He broke the kiss and said, "Uh, hey? Really, Maxi?" I giggled in his arms.

"Damn…you know, I almost forgot how cute you were," I said. "Good to know those brainiacs at M.I.T. didn't change you too much." He just smiled.

"Oh yeah," he said, "Speaking of M.I.T., I brought you something that I think will look adorable on you."

He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a pale blue wool hat with the M.I.T. logo in big and bold navy blue letters on the front.

"Oh! That's so cute!" I squealed. He laughed again.

He successfully put it over my wild hair and on my head, and smiled.

"You look just as cute as I imagined." He lightly pinched the tip of my nose.

"Thanks so much, Michael."

"No problem, babe. Oh, but we better get going if we wanna make it to the restaurant before it gets all crowded and stuff. You know how Downtown Cleveland gets."

"Yeah," I sympathized, "I know. Where did you have in mind? I don't want to do anything upscale. I'm not dressed for it. Plus, I'd rather just have some pizza at the Rascal House over here at the food court on Euclid. Ooh! And a cream cheese muffin from the Starbucks next door."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He looked skeptical, but he said, "Okay, off we go, then."

We walked over to his shiny, silver Camero with the storm grey racing stripes and climbed in... I loved that beautiful car.

We had no problem getting in the Rascal House, like I predicted. There, we caught up and told each other all of the funny things that happened to us since the last time we saw each other. Then we moved over to the Starbucks next door. I had the chocolate cream cheese muffin, he had some hot chocolate. Halfway through each, we ended up sharing and playing with sugar packets.

On our way out of Starbucks, his cell started ringing. He stopped to answer it. "Hold on, babe," he said, sliding his phone open.

"Hello?…What's up, Jude?...Yeah, I'm back in town…Just hanging with my amazing girlfriend, Maxi…Oh, really?--" he paused and took the phone from his ear. He was talking to Jude, his best friend here. I hate him, and he hates me. We try to avoid each other. Let's leave it at that.

"Jude says you smell like a sweaty ball sack."

"Fuck you, Jude," I yelled loud enough for him to hear.

"She says 'fuck you' …Oh, yeah? What goes on?...Yeah, I know about the game…Seriously?!?...You have got to be kidding me!...No, no dude, that's awesome! Hold on--" he looked at me sympathetically.

"What?" I asked, skeptical. Something told me I was about to get upset.

"Babe, Jude says he has an extra ticket to the Cavs game tonight because his girl bailed on him at the last minute."

"And you wanna go and bail on me?" I asked, getting angry.

"No, no, don't think of it like that."

"Then how should I think about it?"

He put the phone up to his ear and said, "Yeah, man. I don't think I can go, dude…Hey, hey, calm down...You know what? I'll put you on speaker phone. I'm not repeating that."

He pressed the button and said, "Okay, go."

"Hey, Maxi," said speaker phone Jude.

"What do you want, Jude?" I asked bitterly.

"Why don't you get that stick out of your ass and stop being a little bitch! Let him go to the game!"

I stared at Michael. He just looked at the phone and rolled his eyes.

"Michael, why the fuck would you let him say that to me?"

"What? What'd I do?"

"Nothing," said speaker phone Jude, "She's just being a bitch, man!"

I gasped. "Shut up, Jude," said Michael, "You're just making it worse! She'll never let me go!"

"Are you serious?!" I asked, dumbfounded. "You know what? Go to the fucking basketball game, Michael! Just take me back to the dorms!"

"Yes!" said Jude from the phone. "Take the creature back to where she came from!"

God, I hated him.

I walked back to the car and slammed the door. He kept talking on the phone for about five minutes. Then he got in the car.

We drove back to the dorms in silence. When we were in front of my dorm, he asked, "Can we talk about this please?"

"What do you want to talk about, Michael?" I asked him through my teeth.

"First off, why are you so angry, Maxi?"

That question sent me over the edge.

"You have GOT to be kidding me! You really have no idea why I'm so pissed off?!"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"You're a-fucking-bandoning me!"

"Why? Because I wanna spend one day with my friend out of the seven I'll be here for? Maxi, I'm spending all of my time with you while I'm here. Don't you understand that? Only you. I didn't put any time aside for just me and the guys. You can't sacrifice one day for me out of your seven? Please?"

"Fine," I said, getting out of the car. I slammed the door again and stormed off.

"Maxi!" he yelled after me. "Come on, Maxi!"

I heard his footsteps on the stairs right behind me. I began running to my dorm. I swung the door open and tried to shut it before he got there. He put his foot in the door just in time. I pushed against his weight.

"Maxi! Will you….will you stop, already?" I stopped pushing against the door and sat down on my bed. He tumbled in and fell on the floor.

"Uh, ouch," he said, picking himself up. "Hey, Jonah," he said, waving at her. I'd been so in my own world, I didn't even notice her. She was drawing something in her sketch pad.

"Hey, Mike. What goes on?" She and Michael had met a couple of times.

"Nothing much. You?" he asked, sort of out of breath.

"The usual. You know how it goes."

He smiled at her."Don't I know it." He looked back at me.

"Can I at least have a kiss before I go?"

When I didn't move, he asked, "Please?"

I got up and walked over to him. I gave him a peck on the lips and sat back on the bed.

"Now, was that so hard?" he asked.

I ignored him.

"Look, I'll be back after the game, okay? By then you should be over this weird mood swing thing you got going on."

"Whatever, Michael."

He sighed and said, "See you guys."

"Bye," said Jonah.

He closed the door.

"Jesus, what's you guys' problem?" Jonah asked.

I told her the whole story.

"Hmm," was all she said.

"I know," I said.

"He just stressed you out, yeah?"

"Yeah. My back's killing me."

"You want a massage?"

I just stared at her. "Seriously?" I finally asked.

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "My mom's a masseuse. I know what I'm doing."

"Then hell to the yes!" I said happily. "I could've been using you like this."

Jonah gave a quick glance at me, then looked into my eyes. "Nice bod."

"Thanks," I replied. She reached underneath her bed and grabbed a bottle of baby oil and said, "Let's get busy."

I laid face-down on my bed and waited for her to start. She grabbed her ipod out of her pocket and plugged it into her ihome and programmed it to Nickelback's Animals.

"I love this song! I wish my love life was that steamy...getting screwed in the back seat of a black-on-black...something...my dad outside the car..." I told her.

"Me too. I love them," she said, pouring some of the baby oil into her hands and rubbing them together. She climbed onto my back and scooted back to my sit on my butt. Then, she put her hands to work.

After a couple of seconds, I said, "OMG...you are incredible...."

"Thanks," she giggled.

Feeling her wonderful hands on my back, somehow I became insanely horny.

"You know," I started after a while, "I was so looking forward to…being with Michael tonight."

"By being with him, you mean sleeping with him, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. She got up from her place on my ass and sat down next to me, running her fingers through my hair.

"I have a confession to make," she said, staring at me through her thin glasses.

"What's up?" I asked, propping myself on my elbows. I noticed that she glanced down at my exposed breast.

"I've always secretly...had...this little crush on you," she said quickly, like ripping off a band aid.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, scooting closer to me, "And, you know, I could be your sub for him, if you want…."

I stared into her big, green eyes and thought about it. Jonah was cute; she was a petite, standing at 5'0" perfectly, but was strong for her size, long, dark, straight hair, nice, small, perky breasts and a cute bottom, naturally pouty lips and attractive shyness. She was adorable. And she offered, and I was horny. Plus, if I was going to do this for the first time, I might as well do it now with someone I trusted.

I shot her a devious smile and flipped over on my back. "Kiss me like you did earlier, then."

I paid close attention to her face, watching her eyes drop hungrily to my breasts once again. She positioned herself back between my legs and pulled my lips to hers. God, her kisses were so sweet. Her tongue played with mine, darting in and out of my mouth, and I felt my hips rocking against her pelvis, once again. As our kiss deepened, I felt her hands roaming my body; felt her nimble fingers play with my nipples that were now rock hard. Then, she took one hand and held my wrists above my head and whispered, "Espere que usted no tenga inconveniente en, pero quiero estar en el control." Hope you don't mind, but I like being in control.[i/]

She dipped her head down and began kissing my neck, gently sucking on a hot spot. Knowing my body, I knew that she'd end up giving me a hickie. How was I supposed to explain that to Michael? I chose not to dwell on that at the moment, considering the fact that her mouth began exploring my body, lingering over my right nipple.

"Por favor," I begged. [i] Please.[i/] Then I felt her tongue flicker over my nipple and let out a soft moan. She began nibbling at it, sucking and gnawing at it, and soon, I arched my back to meet her mouth. She grinded even harder against my clit than she had before, and I noticed the wetness between my legs.

"Unh!" I moaned louder as she sucked on my nipple, and then she switched to my other breast and sucked even harder than the other one. I thought I was going to go crazy from the combination of stimulation. I moaned louder and started grinding along with her and felt shivers shoot up my back. My back arched once again and I tightly wrapped my legs around her, pushing her in closer to me. She released my arms and grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and hugged my body close to hers. Then she grabbed my ass with the other hand and pushed it into her. I moaned even louder as the shivers came faster and closer together.

"Fuck!" I whispered. I moaned and said, "God, I'm about to cum!" She planted kisses all over me while I wiggled in her arms. My whole body began to shake and then fell stiff, releasing one last soft moan. I froze mid action with my eyes tightly shut, and she smiled. She let my limp body fall onto the bed and got up, slowly peeling off every article of clothing she had on. Then, she pulled me to the edge of the bed at snatched my boy shorts down throwing them aside. She dipped her head down and in between my legs and began cleaning up the little mess she made. Her tongue felt so warm and wanted there, and I found my body shivering once again as her tongue slid back and forth over my clit. I grunted, arching my back, and came again, this time more powerful than the first. She stood up and stared at me, my juices still on her face.

"How was that for you?" she asked me in a soft, low voice.

"So, so good," I replied with the same tone. "Thank you."

She laid down next to me, fondling one of my breasts again, making little circles around my nipple and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it. I liked it, too." Then she laid on her back and sighed. "My heart's beating so fast," she added, putting one of her small hands behind her head and the other between her legs. She closed her eyes, and I laid across her chest to see her hand work her clit. She bit down on her bottom lip as I began licking her little nipple. I replaced her hand with my own and inserted one of my fingers into her wetness. She gasped and rocked her hips into my hand. Working her clit again, I caressed her neck with my lips, making her hips rock faster. Her breath became jagged as my hand moved faster and faster between her legs. I managed to kiss all the way down to her pussy that was flushed dark pink and ran my tongue up and down the length of her clit, then back and forth like she did to me. She threw her hands in my mess of hair and pushed my head deeper into her wetness. Her back arched, and she whispered "Yes," and her juices came pouring out of her pussy. I continued licking her, until she was clean.

"What the fuck?!"

Jonah and I both looked at the door, staring at a very surprised looking Michael, standing there holding two Cavaliers shirts, hats and some cotton candy.

"What the [i] fuck?! " he repeated with a little chuckle. "Does this happen every time I leave?" he asked, closing the door. I glanced up at Jonah who was attempting to cover herself with her clad hands.

"Oh, don't bother covering up," he said to an embarrassed Jonah, "I've already seen everything." She sat up on the bed and dragged her knees to her chest.

"Should I, like, step out and let you two finish or something, 'cause I've never been in this kind of situation before--"

"Will you shut up already?" I interrupted. "God…."

"Look, all I'm saying is…I…I have no idea what to think of this."

I glanced at the alarm clock on my dresser and asked him, "Why are you back so early? The game shouldn't be over yet."

"It's not. I stopped at the gift shop and got some crap to bring you guys 'cause I felt bad about leaving you here alone and bored, but I guess you weren't all that bored after all," he said, handing me and Jonah a shirt and hat. He began eating the cotton candy.

"Hey," I asked, "Don't we get the cotton candy, too?"

He shot me a pair of cold eyes and replied, "Hell no. I think you guys had enough dessert for one night."

"Thank you," whispered Jonah in a little voice with her knees still up to her chest, "For the…uh…crap, I mean."

"You're welcome," he replied, and plopped down next to her, resting his head on the wall behind him. He stared at her for a while and asked, "Do I make you uncomfortable, or something?"

Jonah glanced at him and answered, "No…well, a little…yes, very."

He laughed and asked, "Why?"

She looked him in his eyes and responded, "I've never been naked in front of a guy before."

We both stared at her incredulously.

"Never?" I asked, disbelieving.

"Wait…" he started, "That means…you're a virgin, well, when it comes to guys, then…right?

I stared at her, waiting for an answer.

She looked back and forth from the both of us and nodded her head yes.

"Oh, my god," said Michael, in shock. "You're in college. WTF, man?"

"Yeah, that makes me feel better," she replied

"We have to fix this, like, now ," he said, taking off his shirt, revealing slightly buffed chest and abs.

"What are you doing?" I asked him slowly.

He looked at me and said, "What? I'm fixing this major glitch in her freaking life."

"How do you know she wants to sleep with you?!" I asked him, stunned.

He looked over in Jonah and said, "Do you want to be a virgin for the rest of your life?"

She looked over at me and said, "No."

"With that being said," he started, "Would you be willing to have insane but consensual sex with me and allow me to take you virginity?"

She giggled and said, "Right now?"

"What better time than now? You're already naked, and I have to say, you've had some awesome foreplay!"

She laughed harder and let her legs down. "Sure."

"There you go," he said, looking over at me, and continued taking off his clothes. He stopped at his boxer-briefs, which exposed and enormous erection.

He lightly pinched her cheek and said, "Would you mind doing the honors, sweetie?"

She looked into his eyes once again and grabbed the elastic band on his underwear, slowly pulling downward, finally revealing his beautiful, hefty dick. It stood at attention, around ten inches in length and six and a half inches in girth. She marveled at his penis and glanced over at me with wide eyes.

"You can actually take this?" she asked in disbelief.

I laughed and said, "It took some getting used to, but yeah."

Then she looked up at his smiling face. "How the…where in the world…?"

He laughed and said, "It's just how I was born."

"How am I supposed to get that freak of nature into me? I don't want you to hurt me, or anything…."

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, I promise, I'll be gentle. If it does hurt, tell me and I'll pull out. Now, just ease onto it at your own pace. Oh, wait--" he said, picking up his jacket. He reached into the pocket and took out a box of condoms. He reached in and grabbed one, throwing it at me. I read the label.

She nodded yes, and laid back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows. She slowly moved her hips forward, rotating her hips in a circular motion, easing him into her. She bit down on her bottom lip and clenched the sheets with one of her cute, little hands. She kept scooting down the bed, bit by bit, rotating her hips until almost all of him was in her except about three and a half inches. Jonah--and I, who was sitting on the edge of the bed--both looked up at Michael's face simultaneously. He was biting down hard on his bottom lip and his eyes were tightly shut. I knew that look.

"Unh," he grunted, "I'm about to cum."

"Already?" she asked him through clenched teeth.

"Unh," he grunted again, "I didn't think you'd be so fucking tight." He grunted again, and I could tell he came. He threw his head back and pulled out.

"Maxi, can you give me another condom, please?" he asked, taking off the condom he just came in. I handed him one and he quickly put it on.

"You ready…again?" he asked Jonah.

"Yeah," she said. She eased herself back on his dick and said, "God you're huge. I feel like you're in my stomach."

He laughed and said, "Why, thank you. Now, brace yourself." He spread her legs wider and pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into her.

"Mmm!" she moaned. "I thought that would hurt more."

"So, how did it feel to you?" I asked.

"Damn good," she replied with a huge grin on her face. "You're on lucky woman."

I laughed as he repeated the rhythm a couple of more times, nice and slow, until she said she felt adjusted. Then he sped up the pace. I laid down next to her and put and put a hand on her stomach. I let it venture down to where Michael was pummeling her with his cock and began massaging her clit. She moaned and dropped down onto the bed, arching her back.

"Unh!" she said grasping one of her petite nipples, "It feels so good!"

Michael was going into her so hard now that the bed rocked, hitting the wall repeatedly. Someone from the dorm next door was banging on the wall, cheering them on. He pulled her in closer to him and stopped.

"What's wrong?" we both asked.

"Nothing," he replied, "I just want to try something." He picked her up off the bed and said, "See if you can handle it."

He held her in his arms and began pumping her in mid air. Her moans grew even louder as his dick drove into her repeatedly, harder and harder. I got hot just listening, not to mention watching, and let my hands drift between my legs. As Michael went in and out, I went side to side, feeling my climax fast approaching. I saw Jonah cling to Michael, saw her wrap her arms tightly around his neck, and I knew hers was coming soon, too. My back arched and I trembled all over as the shocks went from my clitoris to the rest of my body, all the way to my fingertips and toes. She threw her head back and let go of him, grabbing her breast and screaming, "FUCK!"

Michael smiled and laid her down next to me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and laid my head on her heaving chest.

"Have you ever kissed a guy before, Jonah?" he asked.

"No," she responded, slightly out of breath. Michael bent down and gently, but deeply, kissed her. "Wow," he said, "You're a really good kisser."

"That's what she said."

He moved from her and leaned down into me. He peered deep into my eyes and said, "God, is there anything you didn't do?"

I giggled and wrapped my arms and legs around him. "I'm next, remember?"

He kissed me and said, "How could I forget?"

Michael grabbed another condom and put it on. "Get up," he instructed. He knew how I loved being told what to do. So I did what he said and got up.

"You, too," he said to Jonah. She did the same. He laid down on my bunk and cut his eyes at me. "You, come and ride me. I think I've worked hard enough for today. Jonah, you sit on the floor and watch. Maybe you'll learn something." She sat down where she stood with her knees under her and watched like he said, and I walked over to him and sat on his stomach.

He put his hands on my thighs and pushed me back, laughing. "There's no getting ready for you. Now, ride my dick before you piss me off and I have to do something about it."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, testing him, "Like what?"

He quickly pushed me off him and forced me face-down on the bed. He put one of his legs on my back, pinning me down. Then-

-WACK! He sent a loud blow to my right ass cheek.

"Ah!" I yelled from the pain. "Fuck!"

-WACK!! He hit me even harder this time, but he rubbed the spot he hit.

"You know better than to test me, Maxi."

-WACK!!

"You've been a very bad girl."

-WACK!!!

"Why have you been so bad?"

Then there was silence.

-WACK !!!!

"Answer me when I ask you a question. Now, why have you been so bad?"

"Because," I answered hastily, "I wanted you to spank me like this."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm."

-WACK!

"You like that, baby?"

-WACK!!

"Ay, papi, I love it!"

He rubbed my ass and moved his leg so I could get up, but I knew better. I didn't move. He picked me up from behind and squeezed where he'd just hit. I moaned and he turned me around, smashing our lips together. I bit his lip and he jammed his tongue down my throat. Then Michael sat down on the bed and pulled me on top of him, breaking our kiss.

"Now," he said, "Ride me."

I jumped on his immense dick and began bouncing up and down on him, flipping my hair back. He rocked his hips to meet me and gave a little moan.

"That feels good, Ma," he said, arching his back. Then, he reached up and ran his hand through my hair.

I moaned and continued my rhythm on him. I reached down and started rubbing my clit again. He grabbed one of my nipples and pinched hard. I moaned even louder than before. Pretty soon, I was moaning uncontrollably and so was he. I threw my head back as he came inside me and I froze again. He pinched my clit and I quivered wildly, collapsing on his chest.

"That was so good," he whispered in my ear. I giggled.

"Hey Jonah," he said in a soft voice, "Come join us, sweetie."

She came and rested her head on his chest next to me, smiling.

"Well, that was rather entertaining," she said.

We both laughed and then Michael said, "Yeah, it was. Man, I got to come three times tonight. That's awesome."

I furrowed my brow. "Three times? Jonah made you come once and I did once, too. Where'd you get three from?"

"I was watching you guys for a while outside," he admitted.

"So, what'd you do with the cum?" asked Jonah.

"I, uh, had an Icee, too."

"Oh, eww!" I said disgusted.

Jonah laughed.

We all agreed, this day ruled. And I drifted off into the best sleep I've had in months.